THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, <br />And surly Winter grimly flies; <br />Now crystal clear are the falling waters, <br />And bonie blue are the sunny skies. <br />Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, <br />The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; <br />All creatures joy in the sun's returning, <br />And I rejoice in my bonie Bell. <br /> <br /> <br />The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, <br />The yellow Autumn presses near; <br />Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter, <br />Till smiling Spring again appear: <br />Thus seasons dancing, life advancing, <br />Old Time and Nature their changes tell; <br />But never ranging, still unchanging, <br />I adore my bonie Bell.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bonie-bell/
